A Friday afternoon,
lying on the grass meadow
my thoughts drifting
with the clouds
wondering what you're doing,
where you are now ?
The larks are singing
Spring is in the air
The wind is dancing
with flowers lovely and fair...
A beautiful day,
yet I feel empty
for you are not here,
but light years away...In the web of memories,
your smile always with me
till the rivers no longer flow,
the sun no longer sets
the stars no longer twinkle
will my heart ever forget...
vương-thanh
april 4, 2014
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